"Now that you're here, I hope you haven't forgotten anything."
Henney turned around, looked up, and looked at Victor with a puzzled expression.
Suddenly, his body froze on the spot.
As if completely bound by some extremely powerful magic, she was unable to move an inch.
She could only watch helplessly as Victor slowly extended a hand and gently lifted her chin.
The man in front of her bent down.
The next second, her eyes widened.
A warm, moist sensation clung to her lips, making a slight touch.
It's like savoring a delicate dessert.
At this moment, her body was filled with a feeling of intense heat.
A warm, magical power filled my heart and spread to the surrounding limbs.
My mind went completely blank.
Although not much time had passed, the feeling at that moment made her feel incredibly long.
It wasn't until Victor stood up again that he gently brushed away the glistening tears from her lips with his fingers.
There was still a hint of pleasure in the corner of her eye.
"Remember, stealing a kiss from someone is not a polite thing to do. This is a lesson I'm giving you."
Thank you for your hospitality.
boom!
It was as if a bomb had exploded in Henney's brain, causing her to completely lose consciousness.
Even after she walked out of the study, she was still in a daze.
Even she herself didn't know what had motivated her to leave the study.
Standing at the doorway, Hennie finally realized what was happening and quickly covered her face with her large hood.
My heart is pounding.
The brain has lost its ability to think; it is completely incapable of calm reflection.
She stretched out her finger and gently touched her lips.
It seems that the softness lingering on my lips hasn't faded yet.
"Thank you... for the hospitality?"
...
The crow stood on the desk, watching Victor sit back down in his chair.
It raised its head and proudly pouted its beak.
"Victor, kiss me."
"roll."
Viktor leaned back in his chair expressionlessly, reaching out a hand to cover his head.
Even in that strange, bewitching state, he still couldn't calm down.
It was as if something had unconsciously altered Victor's thoughts, making him unable to resist kissing Heni.
My first kiss is gone.
He seemed troubled, and even his current state appeared somewhat unnatural.
As a power leveler, he actually failed in front of a succubus?
He underestimated the succubus's allure.
Vega flapped its wings in displeasure, its sharp, hoarse voice ringing out loudly in Viktor's ears:
"Why!"
"You can kiss even a succubus, so why can't you kiss me? Just because I'm a raven?"
That's racist!
Victor glanced down at it and chuckled dismissively.
"Oh."
"You know you're a crow?"
He stopped paying attention to the crow that had been mocked to the point of breaking down, leaned forward, clasped his hands together on the table, and began to review the situation.
This wouldn't happen if the charm had just been dispelled.
But is there a possibility that...?
Was the fact that he didn't use magic to dispel the charm also due to the charmed state itself?
Viktor realized his irrationality and slumped back into his chair.
"Succubus."
"That's really dangerous."
Vega flapped his wings somewhat unhappily and flew toward the bookshelf.
It kept looking, trying to find a storybook that satisfied it to pass the time.
Just as it flew to the front of the bookshelf, Vega's gaze fell on the empty spot on the bookshelf.
"Victor?"
Vega's puzzled voice gradually rose from in front of the bookshelf.
"Did you give away that little yellow book that I often read?"
...
At this moment, in the lush garden, Henney found Kokot again.
This time, there were no outsiders around.
Henney and Cocotte locked eyes.
Koko, lying on the cloud, lazily yawned a long yawn, with a few sleepy tears still glistening in the corners of his eyes.
"I heard you came to see me around noon, but I was taking a nap at the time."
"And now, what's happening?"
Henney seemed a little nervous, and awkwardly handed the yellow book in her hand to Kokot.
"The professor said that this book can help me resolve my doubts."
"But it's written in Elvish, which I don't understand."
Confuse?
What's your question?
Even someone as clever as her can be curious about the little secrets in other people's hearts.
Koko blinked, no longer sleepy, and took the yellow-covered book from Henney's hand.
She sat cross-legged on a cloud, looking at the title above.
I turned to a page with great interest, and there was the author's name written in Elvish as well.
"Bel Gormo?"
She flipped through the pages casually, her expression becoming somewhat strange.
"Well, let me make this clear beforehand, this work wasn't written by an elf."
“The surnames of the Elven race were all determined by the Tree of Adra, and there is no surname called Kogmo.”
"Also, this is an autobiographical novel written from a male perspective."
Cocotte shrugged.
Elves have no males because they do not need males.
"It must have been written in Elvish by someone in order to hide something."
Hene listened, stunned, and then saw Kokot say with a strange expression:
Are you sure you want me to translate for you?
"Yes! Confirmed!"
Hene nodded quickly.
Since the professor said that this work might be able to resolve her doubts.
Therefore, she needs to read and understand this work.
"Don't regret it later."
Koko sighed helplessly and turned to the first page of the book.
She recited a passage from the book in a very gentle tone, using human language.
"I was helpless and imprisoned on the bed."
"She took from me without any restraint..."
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